Date: Fri, 16 Mar 2001 03:06:34 EST
From: WhillyKat@aol.com
Subject: Randall-and-Scott/Randall-and-Scott-1

Well, Kids...This is my second story on Nifty, the first wasn't so good,
but anyway! I know that this story is a little detailed, but in the end it
will be better! Ben is going to be in this story for the first couple of
chapters because, frankly...he scares the shit out of me! And I made him,
so how twisted is that? On with the story then! Feedback is welcome at
WhillyKat@aol.com! So write me and tell me if I need psychiatric help! he
he he! PLEASE!

DiScLaImEr

This in no way refers to my childhood! Nothing in this story is real! My
sick mind and me made it all up! I PROMISE! N'Sync is not GAY, or at least
that is what they say! Hopes are all for it! If you are underage, then your
eyes shouldn't view this content!! I mean it!

On With It!!!


Randall and Scott
Chapter One
Enough

     Rain pelted the windows in the small apartment that Justin had
rented. He couldn't bring Benjamin home to his mom's house on their time
off, so the apartment was kind of his haven. Well, not really...the only
purpose that the apartment served was to keep the never-ending abuse that
Justin suffered secrete. He was afraid of Ben losing his temper in his
mother's home, and beating him. The secrete would escape, and he could
possibly loose his life. Ben threatened him with the lives of those he
loved, with his own life, and his career if Justin ever left him. He
desperately loved JC, and could not risk loosing him. These threats were
the only reason that he stayed with Ben. Sometimes he thought that suicide
was the way out, but his love for his family and friends would erase those
thoughts out of his head. He needed help. But, whom could he tell? Everyone
he knew would turn Ben in, in a second, without thinking about the
consequences. Thus, sealing their own fate. Ben had ways of just making
people disappear, connections that lead to the mafia, politicians, and any
number of hit men. It had been a long nine months; he had created quite a
big web of lies along the way, also. All of them to friends, family, fans,
the list goes on and on. But in a way, he stayed with Ben to save others,
not only his self. An abusive life is better than no life at all.....right?

     Ben was a tall man with dark skin, hair, and eyes. He had this charm
about him that would make anyone get girly goo-goo eyes, and begin to drool
at the mouth. Even JC had flirted with him once or twice. But, he had
always wanted Justin. And he had always know what he wanted him for. Ben
was a controller, he needed someone to control to feel good about
himself. He was fresh out of a relationship with a young man named Philip,
and after making him go brain dead by beating him in the head with a bat,
he needed to move on to his next victim. And, one had shown himself
available when he met Justin.

     The rain seemed to bring all of the pain flooding back to him; it
reminded him of tears cried to the man that said he loved him, but
continued to beat him; the loneliness he felt when he was left with him,
all the while longing for JC; and his absence in his family's life. Ben
limited his family time to less than an hour on the phone every two days,
and visitation to one day a week. It was his remedy for keeping the abuse
secrete. If his family only seen him once a week, then the bruises would
have time to heal. So, two days before the visit he wouldn't even touch
him, but when he returned would beat him till his knuckles were bruised for
all of Justin's so-called shortcomings during the week. But, he could not
keep Justin away from the group. It was his job, and he would not quite no
matter how hard Ben hit him. So, it was sort of a lost cause. Every time
someone would ask how he got that cut over his eye, or why his lips were
busted, he would have to use some half hearted excuse as to how the injury
had came about. But, for the most part, Ben kept the beatings in parts of
Justin's body that would be clothed.

     This was Justin's Hell, one to which there was no fast escape. Every
night he would go over exactly how he could get away. But, for every
solution that his mind conjured up, he would immediately consider the
consequences. Then his mind would drift from this growing evil, to a sweet
and innocent fantasy of JC and himself actually having a life together. He
knew that JC loved him, but instead of telling him the truth, he told him
that he was straight. He would cry after every conversation containing such
subjects. He hated lying to JC; but truth is, he would rather lie to him
than have him killed.

     Justin looked over at the clock-3:52, then to Ben, and quietly got
up. He walked down the hall and into the bathroom to inspect tonight's
rumble. Before turning on the light, he silently prayed that it wouldn't be
that bad. This time more than ever because he had a photo shoot in the
morning, and he would be wearing the infamous white wife beater. He felt
the cool porcelain under his palms, and turned his head to where the mirror
would be. He ran his had over the wall and found the switch. With one last
word, he flipped it. The face that looked back at him was clearly not his
own, but one of a broken, battered boy who wanted protection from a very
real monster. His nose was broken in two places, and the color of black
water. His eyes were bloodshot, not mentioning the side of his eyebrow that
Ben burnt off with a cigarette liter. Justin ran his finger over the
distinct mark of a clothes hanger that covered the most part of his
cheek. He slowly removed his clothes and stared at the monstrous bruises
that mapped his chest and abdomen. A single tear feel as he recalled the
night's previous incident.

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"Hey, Justin, there is an interview of you and those freaks on MTV, come
and watch it with me." Ben said, slightly annoyed with the sight of Justin
with the remaining members of *N Sync.

"Okay, let me finish making your Dr. Pepper." He replied.

"Damnit, I said now. When there is a commercial, you can fix my fucking
drink!" Ben yelled. As he was speaking, Justin quickly sat down next to
him.

"Sorry." Came a shaken Justin. He noticed as Ben watched every move that he
made during the interview dealing with JC. And at one point, he put his arm
around JC. Justin winced.

"What in the fuck was that?! Huh? You are such a whore! I should just kill
your ass right here. Why do you do this to me? You know that when you do
stupid stuff, like put your damn arm around JC, I have to punish you," he
walked over to his stereo and put in a marching band CD; he turned the
volume up all the way, and grabbed "Old Hector" (a walking cane with a
clothes hanger wrapper around the end) from behind the door, "I love you
Baby, but Old Hector is pretty pissed this time, he may have to cut you
some." He said is a immensely calm voice. With that, he pounced on top of
Justin with a such force that he passed out upon impact, leaving Ben to do
what he wanted. He laid there lifelessly, with no way to defend himself. No
"STOP" or anything, just total and complete vacancy.

**************************************************************************

"I cannot live like this anymore. I have to get out. Even if I have to kill
him." He said aloud. He shut the door to the bathroom, turned the water on
in the shower, and jumped in.

     He stood in the shower for several minutes, before stating to wash. He
first wet his head, the shampoo and conditioned it. Then he reached for his
prescription soap, having so many abrasions so often, the doctor suggested
that he use a soap slash Novocain mix. It would make him feels less pain,
kind of like when you put Ambesol on your teeth. He opened the cap and
squeezed some onto the sponge. As he started to wash, he felt this
unbelievable pain shoot through his body. Thinking that it was just the
intensity of his wounds, he kept going. After several minutes of unbearable
pain, he quickly rinsed off. But, that didn't stop the pain. When he
stepped out of the shower, he noticed that wherever he had a cut or scrape,
there was burn marks all around them. And it continued to hurt. He pulled
back the shower door and squeezed some of the soap into his hand. As he
smelt it, he immediately knew what it was. Ben had replaced his special
soap, with some vinegar, salt, and bleach. Justin jerked a towel from the
rack and ran for the phone.

     He ran down the hall and just as he picked up the receiver, Ben was
there to stop him. He raised Justin in the air by his neck, and threw him
across the room. Justin, already set into survival mode, pick up the roght
iron lamp and started to beat Ben across the face with it. Astounded that
he would fight back, Ben caught the lamp in mid air and pitched it over his
shoulder.

"Now you look at me! The next time that you scream that bastard's name out
in your sleep, I will cut off your dick and sell it on the black market. Do
you hear me?!" He said, with a non-bluff kind of tone.

"You just go ahead and try! You have went way too far this time, Ben! It is
over! I have tried to give you chance after chance, but frankly, Justin's
Store stopped carrying second chances for you!" Justin screamed! "I hate
you, Benjamin Quint Divilbis! I am packing my shit and leaving, and if you
think that you are going to threaten me, or my family and friends, or my
career for that matter, then you best ask yourself, 'Am I ready to be
famous', because that is what you will be when I get through with you!
Every newspaper will run this story because it will be he only man ever
kill himself by sticking his head in the garbage disposal!"

"You Idiot" came Ben's response. He lunged at Justin, but missed. Justin
ran to the kitchen and pulled the gun out of the hidden compartment behind
the microwave. But, instead of meeting Ben to his face, he slid into the
closet and hid in the corner.

"Come out...Come out where ever you are. I can smell you, ya know. You
smell like vinegar and salt! Ha ha! I suppose that you found my little
present in the shower? Well, I did it tonight, after I sent you to
bed. Honestly, Justin...we have already had one fight tonight, you would
think that you would have learned your lesson, at least long enough not to
get disciplined twice in the same day! But, spare the rod, spoil the child,
I guess. What do you think?" he said, almost as if he was daring Justin to
show his face.

"I am not your fucking child!" Justin said with growing anger. Ben had
walked past the closet door, so when he stepped out, he was facing Ben's
back, which gave him the advantage. He put the barrel right up to his bare
back and began tracing his silhouette. "Do you know how long I have waited
for this very moment? In a few short hours all will of my dreams will come
true. You will most certainly be dead; JC and I will be in each other's
arms, undoubtedly kissing passionately; and then reporting you missing. You
did this yourself! You made us a secrete; no one else know about you but
me, no one knows about me but you. You never suspected that I might turn on
you? And no one will suspect me of doing anything! Because, after you die,
not even a memory will precede you. So, I changed my mind about the you
being famous thing! I would rather keep this hush-hush!" Justin said.

     They stood there for what seemed to be an eternity, each waiting for
the others next move, but Justin had never killed anybody. Nor had he ever
acted as he was just now. He had to do something though. He had made up his
mind.

"Are you ready?"

 no answer

"Okay fine! Bye for now!" Justin said as he lowered the gun to Ben's
legs. He fired one shot behind each knee, causing Ben to fall to the floor
screaming in pain. "Now what?" he thought. Well the only thing that he
could think of. Run to JC.

TBC

Well?? Continue? Dis-Continue? I think that everybody has monsters that
they must overcome. Even the famous. "The worse you make Hell look, the
better Heaven becomes."- Myself

Feedback is always welcome, no matter the content! WhillyKat@aol.com